Redsand Canyon Wherever I may roam

Of course!

He could hear the man's approach before his arrival, as any wolf might. Large black bat ears turning about his head as it kept low. His muzzle to the ground, sniffing at herbs, dark eyes move upward to the wolf's approach. A man of a molted coloration of earth hues, savor a few destinctive markings of white over his chest and as a dorsal strip. 

He questions, curious, and the Thinman settles the herbs in his mouth down and lifts his head. I'd like to be. He spoke, his voice as smooth and dark as always. Then, a small shake of his head, the creature clarifies. I mean, I know a lot about medicines... And poisons, as mother had insisted though Hemlocke had no means to share or make use of. Just other then my mother, not many patients. He admits, a small smile tugging at his boxy muzzle.